Leaning In For A Kiss Novels & Stories

His warm hand suddenly grasps her slender neck, taking control and pressing his lips back onto hers, not letting her go. The kiss deepens, becoming more intense. To match her sitting height, the usually unapproachable and aloof man is now kneeling on both knees, leaning in to kiss her, his affection incredibly sincere. The clear moonlight disperses the clouds, revealing its pure, bright glow, as tender love and sweet happiness quietly seep into the hearts of both.

“Lee, what's going on with you –'' Klaus’ words ended there, for Lee already placed his lips on the other guy's own, and there they started kissing for Klaus kissed him back. Lee went beyond the limits of an innocent kiss, and he delved his tongue inside Klaus’ cavern as he tasted its inside sweetness while directing the kiss. Lee's hand went inside Klaus’ pants and boxers, until his hand was able to play with Klaus’ leaking cock.

Then he leans forward and kisses me. His hand palms my cheek, a soft and almost sweet gesture that’s at odds with the hungry way his lips slant over mine. He rolls toward me, going up on one elbow and leaning over me as we kiss, one hand skating down the curves of my body as he gropes me shamelessly through my borrowed clothes.

Perfect. He leaned in for a kiss. I saw it coming, a predictable maneuver. Operation Kiss: Initiate. I met him halfway, angling my head, offering my cheek. Brief. Controlled. A tactical acknowledgment. His lips were warm, dry. I felt the pressure, registered the contact, noted the duration, sufficient for affection, insufficient for passion. Check.

I leaned closer, till our bodies nearly touched. "I wanna kiss you till you become wet." Louisa paled.

And in the fourth second he took action by kissing Avelyn's lips hard. Avelyn gasped. Lean's lips suddenly landed on hers and Lean pressed her nape hard. She couldn't move but kept her mouth tightly shut so Lean couldn't slip his tongue into hers. But Lean suddenly bit her lip. She gasped in surprise. Her lips reflexively opened, and Lean used the opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth. Avelyn's head became dizzy with all the things Lean was doing right now. Her senses rebelled at her asking her to break away from Lean, but something familiar was messing with her mind. He has kisses like Michael! Her heart loved how Lean kissed her. The kiss was rough at first, but then turned soft when

“But you know what? Let’s make it easier for you. Let’s take a picture. It’ll last longer.” He opened the camera and positioned it so their faces fit perfectly into the frame. Just as the timer began to count down, Caesar turned to her with a smirk, gently cupped her chin, and pressed his lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss.

My nervous are high right now, but the excitement is keeping my shyness at bay. Zain kneels in front of me and begins kissing my body. Starting at my feet and slowly making his way up my leg. When his lips find my knees, I try hard not to giggle and knee him in the face. That would be a mood killer instantly. His lips continue to devour my leg at a painfully slow pace. I glance down at him and his eyes are locked on my face. We hold eye contact for a few moments before he closes his and I lean my head back. I can feel his warm breath at my apex then his tongue whips out and makes a path from my core up to my clit.

Taking my hand, he stands up and leads me out the kitchen door. Walking out the emergency exit and standing in the alley, he leans me up against the wall and kisses me. When our lips touch, it's like fireworks and an earthquake going off all at once. My insides feel like they are about to burst when he lifts me up by my butt and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.

Desperate to calm him down, she instinctively leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, a tender kiss meant to silence his anger. Their lips met, and in that moment, the intensity of Haider's anger began to dissipate. Ameera's touch, her love, had the power to soothe the storm within him. As their lips lingered in the kiss, a mix of passion, vulnerability, and understanding flowed between them.